[sung soprano]
every breath of air fresh
every lance of sun blessed
every fucking head wrecked,
and I stand undeparted.
no more silent mornings,
no more misted evenings,
no more fucking boy feelings
that leave me broken-hearted.
[instruments. pop punk stuff]
I remember when we first woke up.
It's sad because we knew we'd had enough.
I remember when we first woke up.
I fucked your bed, you fucked my head, and so it turned on us instead -
oh, it's a,
harsh road to paradise
so we
shoulda had a cone.
it's a
long way to our paradise,
but we'll see it though
coz I'm not coming home for you
oh no,
no.
I'm not coming home for you
[instrument]
I didn't feel the need to gather up
all of this shit I feel inside my head
and then I realized that I breathe a world
where I would die where prose is dead.
you think I falter at the sight,
of my mistakes etched on my back?
the sun druid slumbers through the dawn
but come nightfall he will attack
coz it's a
long way to paradise
a long way to paradise
a fucking love way to paradise
but I will see it through
coz I'm not coming home
for you.
